12.22.2011

A few peeks from a cigar and candy box insect collection found in the attic-we are guessing they are about 70 years old. We felt like we needed to hold our breath every time we lifted a lid, partly from pure excitement and partly for fear that we would inhale the dusty wings. Lots of emotion tied to these little boxes, as if the excited hands that pinched these paper wings was just there, placing the prize in it's box tomb.

You two seem to find magic everywhere you look- these are just treasures. I recently found a flurry of pressed wildflowers I put in a book when I was about 12 or 13, and I immediately recalled that summer in Montana, the boy I had a crush on, my grandmother's old field guide I used to identify pasque flowers and wild geranium- the whole thing was such a beautiful little flood of memories.

Happy New Year to you and hubs, my favorite interwebbers out there. xo